Post by ELIZABETH ANN HOWELL on Nov 15, 2012 18:42:51 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 30px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #aaaaaa;]WILL WE BURN IN HEAVEN
Like we do down here? Will the change come while we're waiting? Everyone is waiting. And when we're done soul searching as we carried the weight and died for a cause. Is misery made beautiful right before our eyes will mercy be revealed or blind us where we stand?
”Can I see?”
”No.”
”Please?”
”Jacob, just stay here.” Elizabeth let out a sigh, looking at her son in the back seat. A disappointed look crossed his face. She knew what would happen if she let the six year old boy out of the car. He’d stay by her side or his father’s side for all of five seconds before getting distracted by a slug on the side of the road or something of that sort. The last thing Liz wanted was to lose track of her son.
The Howells had been on the road for what seemed like forever. They never stayed in one place for too long for one reason or another. There were a few times that their temporary sanctuary had been invaded by the infected, but there had been other times when they had instead been ruined by other survivors with no care for anyone but themselves. The travelling was starting to wear on Liz, who was now about six months pregnant, but she never complained about this out loud. Keiran already had a lot on his shoulders and Liz didn’t want to add to that load by making him worry about her and her pregnancy.
Pushing open the passenger side door, Elizabeth climbed out of the car, making a face as she smelled the air around them. Something was definitely wrong with the engine; the scent of something burning was heavy in the air. For a moment, Liz had to stop and turn her face away from the source of the stench, bile rising in the back of her throat. She managed to hold herself together though and, taking a cleansing breath of air, she approached her husband.
Looking down at the machinery beneath the hood, it was no secret that Liz had no idea what she was looking at. The air was growing chillier around them and the sky was starting to darken as the hours grew later. ”What’s the damage?” she asked, standing beside him and pulling her sweater around herself a little tighter in a futile attempt to keep warm. Liz’s long hair, which reached down her back in natural waves, blew slightly with the light wind. The long purple shirt she wore beneath her brown sweater stretched over her growing stomach perfectly. Her jeans were a little worn, tucked into a pair of warm and comfortable brown boots. Though her chocolate brown eyes still held the warmth for her husband that they always did, she was clearly exhausted. She placed a hand on her lower back to support her aching body and relieve some of the pressure brought on by her pregnancy.
They had been forced to stop on the side of the road when the engine of the car had started smoking. The scent was nauseating for the woman, but she managed to control the urge to vomit, even as her face paled. It wouldn’t be the first time that they would have to find a new car. Looking around though, they were pretty much in the middle of nowhere. There were forests in the distance, but it was mostly open fields and rolling hills. The good thing though… there were bound to be a number of abandoned farms nearby. Abandoned farms could, possibly, mean supplies and shelter for the time being. Looking around, there wasn’t a zombie in sight, but that didn’t mean that those bastarsd weren’t around.
”No.”
”Please?”
”Jacob, just stay here.” Elizabeth let out a sigh, looking at her son in the back seat. A disappointed look crossed his face. She knew what would happen if she let the six year old boy out of the car. He’d stay by her side or his father’s side for all of five seconds before getting distracted by a slug on the side of the road or something of that sort. The last thing Liz wanted was to lose track of her son.
The Howells had been on the road for what seemed like forever. They never stayed in one place for too long for one reason or another. There were a few times that their temporary sanctuary had been invaded by the infected, but there had been other times when they had instead been ruined by other survivors with no care for anyone but themselves. The travelling was starting to wear on Liz, who was now about six months pregnant, but she never complained about this out loud. Keiran already had a lot on his shoulders and Liz didn’t want to add to that load by making him worry about her and her pregnancy.
Pushing open the passenger side door, Elizabeth climbed out of the car, making a face as she smelled the air around them. Something was definitely wrong with the engine; the scent of something burning was heavy in the air. For a moment, Liz had to stop and turn her face away from the source of the stench, bile rising in the back of her throat. She managed to hold herself together though and, taking a cleansing breath of air, she approached her husband.
Looking down at the machinery beneath the hood, it was no secret that Liz had no idea what she was looking at. The air was growing chillier around them and the sky was starting to darken as the hours grew later. ”What’s the damage?” she asked, standing beside him and pulling her sweater around herself a little tighter in a futile attempt to keep warm. Liz’s long hair, which reached down her back in natural waves, blew slightly with the light wind. The long purple shirt she wore beneath her brown sweater stretched over her growing stomach perfectly. Her jeans were a little worn, tucked into a pair of warm and comfortable brown boots. Though her chocolate brown eyes still held the warmth for her husband that they always did, she was clearly exhausted. She placed a hand on her lower back to support her aching body and relieve some of the pressure brought on by her pregnancy.
They had been forced to stop on the side of the road when the engine of the car had started smoking. The scent was nauseating for the woman, but she managed to control the urge to vomit, even as her face paled. It wouldn’t be the first time that they would have to find a new car. Looking around though, they were pretty much in the middle of nowhere. There were forests in the distance, but it was mostly open fields and rolling hills. The good thing though… there were bound to be a number of abandoned farms nearby. Abandoned farms could, possibly, mean supplies and shelter for the time being. Looking around, there wasn’t a zombie in sight, but that didn’t mean that those bastarsd weren’t around.
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